Oct 17, 2012 13:19
Forgiven
If I'd thought you'd remember the words we'd spoken,
call me the fool that I am when I'd chosen
To believe the promise given with a kiss, a smile
To wish with fool's hope on the lie given with guile;
But it is broken, I am not, forgotten, I am not,
So do not worry, it has passed.
Whatever has been, will be.
It is broken but I am not
--Tharkny A. Raznic